Jasmine received "shocking" news: she had to marry the Dragon Ghost as his wife. But in exchange, after the marriage, she would inherit the entire estate, subjects, and territory of her husband.
Jasmine was overjoyed: "Is there such a sweet deal in this world?"
On the wedding day, she dressed up sharply and stepped into the magnificent cathedral, casting an affectionate glance toward her future partner. And then she saw... a Dragon Egg.
The majestic Dragon Ghost was nowhere to be seen; there was only an egg lying there all by itself.
Inventory of assets: A dilapidated castle, with drafty winds blowing in from all directions. Subjects: Three hundred skin-and-bone slaves who, at first glance, looked like walking skeletons about to collapse from hunger. Territory: A dead land spanning ten thousand square kilometers around the Dragon Valley, so desolate that "dogs eat stones and chickens eat pebbles."
Jasmine knew she had fallen for the scam of the century, but unfortunately, the knights who escorted Jasmine here had long since "whipped their horses and vanished," running away a long time ago. An old butler, so aged he could barely walk, tremblingly stepped forward, waiting for the new Lord's instructions: "My Lord..."
Jasmine held the "egg-husband" in her arms, and her rational nerves snapped: "I have land and people, could I really let myself starve to death?"
Putting words into action, Jasmine rolled up her sleeves and officially embarked on the path of tilling the soil to get rich.
Many years later.
A strange town suddenly appeared on the mainland, rumored to be obscenely wealthy. From that place flowed exquisite fabrics, pure white porcelain, and sparkling jewelry... Anyone who had ever set foot there could not help but exclaim in amazement, while wandering poets competed to compose poems praising that prosperity until their throats were sore.
A certain greedy King became overcome with avarice and brought a massive army, intending to seize the town for his own.
The result? They were treated to the sight of a giant dragon descending from the sky to "pay them a visit."

"Xavier, how about you just fly back to the castle and go to sleep in bed." Jasmine stopped her hands, looking at the small black dragon curled up, folding his wings into a pitch-black lump on the ground, truly unable to hold back from voicing her suggestion. She thought to herself, the large, soft bed lined full of animal fur mattresses at home was, after all, much more comfortable and warmer than this wild grass bush where occasionally a few multi-legged insects crawled back and forth.


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